Thanks for all the reviews! This was initially meant to be a oneshot, but after I uploaded the chapter, I got a ton of ideas about what to write. So this is going to turn into a 4-part series! Woohoo!
Anyhoo... Athrun suffers some more in this chapter. Yay! :D
Chapter 2: S and M
After the war, Orb had emerged as the galactic leader in peace so it was hosting the second annual peace conference. As a result, the Atha mansion was busy that morning accommodating the many important dignitaries from all over the world and the PLANT colonies in preparation for the peace conference that afternoon.
Dearka groaned as he headed down to breakfast in the large dining hall of the mansion. His bottom had been extremely sore the past few days due to Mirillia's new sex fetish, and he was not in the mood to be getting up and walking around. However, he was supposed to be accompanying Lacus to the conference that afternoon, so he had forced himself out of bed and into his ZAFT uniform. Groaning slightly, he helped himself to some toast and scrambled eggs, and took a seat at one of the long tables in the hall, wincing slightly as he lowered himself into the chair on his sore and abused bum.
"Rare to see you up so early Dearka," came a voice. Dearka looked up to see Athrun standing over him dressed smartly in his Orb admiral uniform and smiling pleasantly.
"Have to. I'm one of Lacus's escorts," grumbled Dearka.
Athrun set his tray of food down and took a seat across from Dearka.
"I'm assuming Yzak is coming as well?" said Athrun. "Where is he?"
"He got up early to go with Shiho to inspect some of the new mobile suit models, but he'll be there this afternoon."
"I see."
Dearka shifted in his seat, and grimaced as the chair scraped a rather tender spot on his bottom.
Noticing his discomfort, Athrun looked up from his food and asked, rather innocently, what was wrong.
Glaring venomously across the table, Dearka spat through gritted teeth, "It's my ass. Thanks to you, I haven't been able to shit properly for several days and I can't walk normally because it hurts like hell!"
"You had it coming." Athrun's lips twitched as he suppressed a chuckle and amusement twinkled in his green eyes.
Dearka nearly blew up with indignation as he cast an eye over Athrun's figure and took in with great resentment his glowing complexion, his unusual cheer, and the extra bounce in his step, features which no doubt came from having sex with Orb's princess every night.
"You should be thanking me. I finally helped you get into the princess's pants!"
Athrun raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips. "It was rather unnecessary to teach her those other things."
"You know you enjoyed it," scowled Dearka.
Before Athrun could reply, Dearka snatched his tray up and stalked angrily from the dining hall, cringing as he felt another stab of pain from the tender region in his rear.
"Mark my words, Athrun, you'll pay for this," muttered Dearka under his breath.
Meanwhile, while everyone else in the mansion was having breakfast in the dining area, Kira was stuck in a supply closet. However, he wasn't alone. Lacus was with him, albeit completely naked, and her mouth was on his erect member.
"Mmm, yeah, you're so hard," groaned Lacus huskily in between licks. "Master, I want more."
Kira winced. As good as her administrations felt, he did not fancy being called "Master." Unfortunately, as of late, Lacus had been insistent on calling him such and had been adamant that he scream abuse at her while they had sex. Kira did not understand Lacus's recent fascination with being dominated, but he did not want to ruin her pleasure by telling her that he just wanted to make love like they used to. Instead, Kira just acted as though he was enjoying it as well, and privately hoped that this was simply a short-lived phase she was going through.
"I want you now!" gasped Lacus, "Tie me up and take me from behind Master!"
Kira groaned inwardly, and forced himself to recite somewhat listlessly, "That's right bitch now get on your knees." He stifled a sigh and reached for a rope to bind Lacus's hands in front of her, taking great care to ensure that the cords would not bruise her pale and delicate skin.
"Now you know who's boss. Look how wet your slutty p- is getting. You dirty whore." Blushing furiously at the rubbish he had just spouted, Kira inserted his fingers into Lacus's organ and gently began to tease her arousal.
"Ooh...Ah..." moaned Lacus. "Master, please... I can't take it anymore! Put it in! Put it in now!"
"No you bitch. You still haven't learned your lesson," intoned Kira, halfheartedly. Removing his fingers, he slipped his tongue down between her soft, firm thighs and tasted her. As he stroked her with his tongue, Lacus began to shudder all over from the pleasure.
"You really like that don't you, you slut. This is more than a whore like you deserves." Cringing inwardly at how ridiculous and awkward he sounded, Kira shifted behind Lacus and positioned himself behind her. He gently eased himself inside her and slowly began to thrust.
"Ah...Ah... Master, you're so good!" panted Lacus. "Harder! Faster!"
Kira obliged and pumped his hips a little faster. Lacus's moans grew in volume until she was nearly screaming in ecstasy.
"Now spank me!" demanded Lacus.
Kira blinked. He was not going to spank her.
"You unworthy bitch, you don't deserve my hand," replied Kira instead.
"Master, I'm sorry for being such a disgusting pig. You're too good for me...Ah!" Lacus punctuated her remark with a small cry as Kira shifted a little and found an especially sensitive spot.
Sighing inwardly, Kira closed his eyes as he thrust and tried to think back to those early days when he and Lacus had tenderly made love. He remembered their first time, when she had blushed rosily as she gazed up at him lovingly, her wide blue eyes asking for him to kiss her, and how he had leaned down to lay a soft, lingering one on her pink lips. They had then held each other close for several sweet moments, each relishing the other's scent as he closed his eyes and buried his face into the crook of her neck and gently stroked her soft, pink locks. Her long eyelashes had fluttered against his cheek like butterfly wings and he could feel her heart racing against his own. He had then lightly picked her up and carried her over to the bed, where they collapsed upon it embracing each other and allowed themselves to be blissfully carried away as they made love in one another's arms. The next morning, Lacus had giggled at his blush when he awoke to find her snuggled in his arms, and they cuddled for a long while afterward. Kira remembered wishing that they could stay like that forever.
"I can't take it anymore! I'm going into SEED mode! I'm going to cum!"
Lacus's cry snapped Kira back to reality. He upped his pace until she climaxed with a loud scream, and he came shortly after. Panting hard, Lacus collapsed onto her side.
"Did I please you, Master?" asked Lacus, gazing up into Kira's violet eyes with her own wide blue ones.
"You were really amazing," said Kira obediently. He reached down to untie her, but she moved away.
"Not yet. I want to do this again in a bit."
Kira stifled a groan. The storage room was really drafty but Lacus seemed to be turned on by having sex in random places.
"I'm such a dirty girl," breathed Lacus, "I can't get enough of Master's huge d-."
Kira turned red. Sometimes he wondered if Meer had actually survived and she had just kidnapped Lacus and stolen her identity.
"Now stuff my panties in my mouth!"
With great resignation, Kira obeyed while restraining a sigh.
Meanwhile, Athrun had finished his breakfast and was dutifully heading to Cagalli's quarters to check if she needed any help with last minute preparations for the conference. However, halfway there, he found himself being tugged into a random room by the very blonde herself.
"What is it?" asked Athrun in surprise as Cagalli cornered him against a wall.
"Shh," hushed Cagalli. She mischievously laid a finger on his lips. "I have a surprise for you."
Athrun found himself unable to suppress a grin as he looked down into Cagalli's sparkling brown eyes. Her playful mood was infectious and he pulled her close, resting his arms on the small of her back.
"Hm..." breathed Athrun. He gently nipped her finger with his teeth and tenderly ran his lips from the silky skin of her neck to her jaw, where he hovered for a moment as he breathed in the fresh clean scent of her skin and hair.
Giggling, Cagalli tugged on Athrun's hands and led him to one of the chairs in the room and pushed him into the seat.
Leaning over the chair, Cagalli looked down at Athrun who was gazing adoringly up at her with his bright green eyes as he cocked his head questioningly, wondering what she was planning to do next. Cagalli couldn't resist laying a brief kiss on his lips.
"We're going to play a little game today," whispered Cagalli seductively.
"I hope it's what I'm thinking," grinned Athrun suggestively as his eyes glinted with mischief, and he raised Cagalli's hands to his lips, gently kissing the knuckles on each hand.
Cagalli blushed. "I'm pretty sure it is." She leaned down and kissed Athrun deeply.
Athrun closed his eyes and allowed himself to be carried away by her passionate kiss. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and gently explored it. He could feel himself getting hot as he sank deeper into their kiss and they drew back briefly for air before pressing their lips together again. It was getting hotter and heavier and Athrun found it increasingly harder to pay attention to anything else when he suddenly heard a metallic click. Snapping his eyes open, Athrun realized with a shock that Cagalli had handcuffed his hands together behind the back of the chair.
"Hold on! I don't think-" protested Athrun, before he was silenced with another kiss. This time, Cagalli trailed her mouth down to his neck, leaving little marks as she traveled south to his chest after partially unbuttoning his uniform. Her hand was already busily unzipping his pants, and she quite forwardly pulled out his organ.
"Wait!" gasped Athrun. He was surprised by her abruptness, but his mind was already growing blank as Cagalli began to stroke him. All Athrun could do was pant and moan as Cagalli teased him with her hand. However, just as he was about to come, Cagalli suddenly stopped. Athrun's body screamed silently in frustration, but he bore it determinedly and tried to recollect his thoughts as Cagalli drew back.
"I almost forgot..." Cagalli stood up and fumbled in her pocket before pulling out a strip of cloth. As Athrun stared at the cloth, he could feel a sense of foreboding grow in the pit of his stomach. He had a feeling he knew what that strip of cloth was for. His fears were soon realized when Cagalli tied the cloth around his eyes, blindfolding him.
"I'm not really comfortable with this," said Athrun, hoping that Cagalli would take the hint and unbind him.
"You will be soon," replied Cagalli. Athrun could hear the little smirk in her voice, and he felt her blonde hair tickle his thighs as she leaned down over his lap. He shivered as he sensed her breath on his member. Cagalli stroked him a little more with her hand again, and then used her mouth to suck a little bit of him. Athrun convulsed as the pleasure center in his brain exploded, and he could feel himself losing control as Cagalli took him in entirely into her mouth.
"Urgh!" Athrun bit back a groan as Cagalli began to pump her mouth up and down, but he could not stifle his gasps.
"Ah... No-Ah!" Athrun could feel himself coming again, when Cagalli suddenly withdrew a second time. Athrun groaned in sexual frustration for the second time that day.
"Can't have you dirtying your uniform, can we?" smirked Cagalli.
Athrun realized then that Cagalli was doing this on purpose.
"This isn't funny, Cagalli," growled Athrun, but Cagalli covered his mouth with her hand.
"Keep your voice down or someone will come," said Cagalli, but Athrun could sense the amusement in her voice.
"Mmph!" came Athrun's indignant and muffled response.
"Oh no, I just remembered that I forgot to prepare something for the conference! I gotta go!" Cagalli cheerfully got up and left the room, leaving Athrun still cuffed to the chair.
"Cagalli, you're not seriously-" protested Athrun frantically, but Cagalli had already slammed the door shut behind her and he could no longer sense her presence in the room.
Athrun groaned. He would need to have a talk with Cagalli later. He couldn't handle anything more like this, especially since his erect organ was now giving him a lot of pain as Cagalli had purposely prevented him from releasing himself the two times he was about to come. He wondered how long Cagalli was going to leave him like this. Athrun tried to distract himself from thinking about the discomfort his member was causing him and instead concentrated on the door, hoping to hear it open and Cagalli coming back. Athrun tried to imagine what he probably looked like, sitting there handcuffed and blindfolded with his uniform unbuttoned and his pants unzipped and his member standing at attention. He would never be able to live it down if anyone walked in at that moment and saw him like this. However, just as he was thinking this, Athrun heard with great horror the humming of one of the maids, and the thunkof her cleaning supplies as she set them down right outside the room. Any minute now, she was going to open the door...
Cagalli could not help but feel a twinge of guilt as she shut the door on Athrun's protests. Though she enjoyed seeing Athrun caught off guard because she found his surprised face unbelievably cute, she wondered if perhaps her abandonment play was a little too much. However, the only reason she had done this was because Dearka had cornered her a little earlier that day, and insinuated that Athrun had been unhappy with their sex life as of late. He told her that she needed to spice things up a little, and luckily, he knew just what to do. Cagalli wondered if Dearka was yanking her chain, but judging by how well his advice had worked out the first time, Cagalli decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. And anyway, based on Athrun's reactions earlier, he seemed pretty turned on.
Cagalli nodded absentmindedly at a maid who curtsied as she passed.
All Cagalli wanted was for Athrun to live a happy and peaceful life. He had experienced enough pain and hardship already, what with his mother dying and his father being a cold and crazed tyrant unable to spare more than a few passing glances at his only son who tried desperately to live up to his expectations. She knew Athrun was a very compassionate and soft-hearted person despite his extensive training as a soldier, and having to kill as well as seeing close friends and acquaintances being killed had affected him greatly, though he did not display this outwardly. For a while, Cagalli had doubted that she could bring Athrun the happiness that he deserved due to her duties as the leader of Orb, but then Athrun had made it clear to her that he would be happy as long as he could remain by her side. Since then, Cagalli had vowed to do her best to ensure Athrun's happiness.
However, another part of Cagalli feared that Athrun would realize that simply remaining beside her side was not what he wanted and that he would leave a second time. Athrun had the tendency to over-think matters and second-guess himself, and Cagalli wished that he would settle down trust her. She could not help but feel insecure when she remembered the way he had left her that first time at the start of the Second War because he had not believed that she, despite being the Orb Representative, could properly lead and resolve the situation at that time. Of course, he had not stated this explicitly. But that was what she had felt he was saying when he told her of his decision to leave. Then he had rejoined ZAFT, and she took this as his rejection of her as his leader. He had chosen Gilbert Dullindel over her. Cagalli could still feel a pang in her heart as she recalled the half-scornful, half-disappointed look he had given her as he walked away that day by the cliffs.
Secretly, Cagalli also envied Lacus because Athrun seemed to have complete trust in the pink-haired pop idol's advice and decisions. And Lacus deserved every bit of that confidence. She radiated grace and charisma and moved about effortlessly tin her duties as a politician and beloved celebrity. In comparison to Lacus, Cagalli could not help but feel depressingly plain and dull. Truthfully, it had unsettled her when she first found out that Athrun had once been engaged to Lacus, and it still bothered her because Cagalli suspected that Athrun still had feelings for the pink-haired beauty. He always had a peaceful smile in her presence and his eyes and voice were soft and gentle whenever he spoke to her. Inwardly, Cagalli worried more often than she liked to admit that she was just the rebound girl, a convenient person whom Athrun had sought comfort from after being rejected by Lacus in favor of Kira.
Cagalli sighed. It was about time to go back and release Athrun. The conference was starting soon and they needed time to straighten up their appearances. Cagalli wondered what Athrun was doing and feeling. Cagalli chuckled. Athrun was probably extremely frustrated right now. He was probably struggling to get free and praying that no one would walk in on him...
Cagalli blinked. Speaking of which, wasn't the maid who passed by earlier on her way to clean the East Wing? Cagalli's eyes widened as she realized what that meant. Cursing inwardly, Cagalli spun on her heel and dashed to the room where she had left Athrun. She tried not to think about the scandal that would ensue if anyone found out, and unconsciously began to consider how much it would take to pay off the maid for her silence.
Puffing violently, Cagalli rounded the corner and saw with a sinking heart that the door was open and she could the low hum of a vacuum coming from the room. Overcome with intense dread, she slowly walked toward the room and entered, mentally preparing herself for the sight that would befall her.
To her immense surprise and relief, the chair sat empty in the room as the maid hummed whilst vacuuming the carpeted floor. Peering around the room more keenly, Cagalli noticed that the curtains were twitching slightly.
Cagalli cleared her throat. "Er... that'll do Candace. I need this room right now to meet with some, uh, very important people."
"Yes, Representative Atha." The maid curtsied and exited. When the door had shut firmly behind her, Cagalli breathed a sigh of relief and strode toward the curtain. Athrun was already struggling out from behind the heavy drapery, and Cagalli noted that though he had gotten his blindfold off, his hands were still cuffed, though they were now in front rather than in back as she had left him. He was still looking rather disheveled, but his pants were zipped.
"Thank goodness," gasped Cagalli, "I panicked for a moment."
"So did I," said Athrun dryly. "More so than you, I would say." He was not looking too pleased and Cagalli felt slightly nervous.
"I'm sorry about that. I'll unlock you right now," said Cagalli. She fumbled for the keys in her pocket.
The moment his hands were unchained, Athrun grasped Cagalli firmly by her shoulders. "Cagalli, we need to talk."
Cagalli paled at the tone of his voice as she wondered whether her worst fears were confirmed. Was he going to tell her that he had had enough, and wanted to leave?
"L-later," interrupted Cagalli, "We need to get to the conference. Right now. Hurry."
Before Athrun could react, Cagalli had already turned away and was dashing out of the room. Sighing heavily, he followed.
The peace conference passed uneventfully. Representatives from different nations gave little speeches and made vows about preserving the peace and insuring future friendly relationships between nations. Cagalli herself gave a statement to much applause as well, and she and the other politicians had stayed a little after to respond to the many questions posed by the bevy of reporters.
Athrun sighed as he collapsed in the living room of his suite. He was exhausted because he had been swarmed by reporters after the conference. He leaned back and closed his eyes. He still needed to talk to Cagalli about that incident earlier that day, but she was probably extremely busy at the moment so it would have to wait.
Athrun heard a knock and his door and answered. It was Dearka and Yzak.
"Is there something you two want?" asked Athrun tiredly. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with them at the moment.
"Just thought we'd stop by and see how you were doing," grinned Dearka cheerfully. "You ran out the minute the conference was over." Athrun noted a glint of mischief in his smile.
"It wasn't my idea," growled Yzak, scowling. "I really don't care what you're doing."
"Ah." sighed Athrun, "Well why don't you two come in and have a seat since you're here anyway." Moving back, Athrun allowed the two in and they settled awkwardly on the sofa.
There was an embarrassed silence for one or two moments, before Yzak started with a smirk, "So have you gotten laid yet, Cherry-boy Zala?"
Athrun groaned inwardly. Not this again.
To his surprise, Dearka spoke up on his behalf. "Actually," said Dearka rather evilly, "Calling him Cherry-boy Zala would be a bit of a misnomer now."
Yzak's eyes widened at the implications. "No way... with Atha?"
Athrun tried to reply coolly, "It's really none of your business," though he knew his burning ears were giving him away.
"Who else?" grinned Dearka in response to Yzak's question. "In fact, I even have some evidence that Athrun finally got laid."
Athrun scowled. "Stop bluffing Dearka. If this is to get me back for what happened with Miriallia, it's not going to work."
Dearka only grinned all the more widely as he turned toward the television. "T.V. on," he commanded.
The television screen blinked on with footage from the conference earlier that day. Athrun recognized himself on screen fending off a wave of reporters. The camera zoomed in on Athrun, who was giving a statement. He looked, as always, quite calm and collected despite the horde of microphones that were being waved in his face.
"How is this evidence?" snapped Yzak. "All I see is Zala looking stupid."
Athrun, on the other hand, had already spotted what Dearka was trying to point out. His face paled and he sat on the couch frozen in shock.
"Look more closely," snickered Dearka, who was watching Athrun's reaction with perverse glee.
Slightly irritated, Yzak turned back to the television and glared at Athrun's undeniably dashing and clean-cut figure on the screen again. The camera zoomed in even more, and Yzak was finally able to make out what Dearka had been trying to point out. For a moment, Yzak was stunned, before he finally broke out into loud and cackling laughter.
"Seriously Zala? You let her do that to you? And you call yourself a man?" jeered Yzak.
Athrun blushed miserably as he watched the broadcast with increasing horror. Whoever was operating the camera seemed to have lost interest in whatever Athrun had been saying, and was instead focusing the camera on Athrun's neck and wrists as he obliviously blathered on. Athrun cringed in embarrassment as he saw how prominently the hickeys that Cagalli had given him stood out on the pale skin of his neck, and how his wrists were obviously chafed, red, and raw from rope burns. Based on Athrun's appearance, it did not take a genius to figure out what Athrun had been up to. The marks were quite glaring. To make matters worse, the program was being broadcasted all over the world and on PLANTS. Athrun buried his face in his hands. He could never leave his room ever again.
"My work here is done," sniggered Dearka rather vindictively. "Let's go, Yzak."
"See you later than, Bondage-Boy Zala," smirked Yzak. The two left, leaving Athrun alone with his humiliation.
Bondage-Boy Zala. It was infinitely worse than Cherry-Boy Zala. The mortifying nickname echoed in Athrun's head as he buried his face in his hands. No doubt the rest of the world would soon be calling him that very soon. Though it was too late for his reputation, he had to put a stop to Cagalli's bondage fetish before it ruined her career as well. He really needed to have that talk with her and lay out some ground rules. This could not go on. Determinedly, Athrun stood up and decided to track down Cagalli at all costs.
However, as Athrun resolutely flung open his door, he met Kira, whose knuckles were raised in mid-knock.
"Kira." Athrun blinked in surprise.
"Hey. Can I come in?" asked Kira, his purple eyes looking worriedly at Athrun.
"Sure." Athrun drew back and allowed Kira into the suite. Kira took a few steps into the room before turning to Athrun.
"I just saw the broadcast," said Kira simply.
Athrun sighed deeply and slapped a hand to his forehead. "You and the rest of the world."
"Don't worry, I hacked into the system and removed the footage as soon as I saw it, though a lot of people have already seen it. It's a pity I couldn't do it sooner," said Kira apologetically.
Athrun was visibly relieved and looked gratefully at Kira. "Thanks. That was more than enough. At least that'll prevent more people from seeing it. I owe you one."
Kira acknowledged Athrun's thanks with a nod, before continuing, "I was just wondering if we could talk. I think we might be having similar problems."
Athrun raised an eyebrow questioningly at Kira. "What do you mean?"
"I'm talking about Lacus and Cagalli." Kira looked straight into Athrun's eyes. "Lacus has been behaving strangely lately, and I think you might be having the same problem with Cagalli based on those marks on your wrists..."
Athrun strode briskly toward Cagalli's chambers, his mind full of what he and Kira had discussed. Frankly, Athrun was a little disturbed by what Kira had divulged about Lacus. He did not fancy being privy to the intimate details of their sex life. Athrun knew that he would never walk past that defiled storage closet and look at it the same way again. Anyhow, he and Kira had agreed to talk it out with their respective partners to attempt to resolve their situations. Athrun had also shared with Kira about his suspicions that Dearka had had a hand in all of this. Back in PLANTS, Dearka had had a major crush on Lacus, and had given Athrun a hard time when he had been engaged to her. Now, it seemed he had turned his attentions to Kira. Athrun shook his head as he thought about Dearka. Dearka already had Miriallia by his side, yet he still looked at other women. It was no wonder that his relationship with Miriallia was so rocky.
Athrun reached Cagalli's door and knocked brusquely on the door.
"Come in," came Cagalli's voice from the other side.
Athrun entered to see Cagalli slumped wearily on her sofa.
"Oh, it's you," said Cagalli looking up.
"I wanted to talk to you about something," said Athrun. For some reason, Cagalli seemed to pale at his words. He strode over to Cagalli's side and settled down beside her and gently took her hands.
"Don't take this the wrong way," began Athrun, "I really enjoy being with you but these past few days-"
"Stop. I know what you're going to say," interrupted Cagalli. She tugged her hands out of his grasp and turned away.
"You do?" asked Athrun in surprise, though slightly relieved. He wasn't quite sure how to broach the subject, but this made things easier. He reached for Cagalli's hands again, but she moved away. Athrun was perplexed by her behavior.
"Er..." began Athrun a little worriedly, "Well I guess if you have a problem with stopping then maybe we could work something out instead..."
Cagalli turned to him furiously and Athrun was completely shocked to see the beginnings of tears in her eyes. Was bondage play really that important to her?
"Of course I have a problem with stopping!" exploded Cagalli furiously. "You always do this! You never care about my feelings at all! How do you think I feel every time you change your mind and decide that this isn't what you want and leave?"
Athrun was starting to get the feeling that they were discussing two different matters altogether.
"Leave?" said Athrun in astonishment. "What made you think I was going to leave?"
Cagalli glared at him. "Wasn't that what you wanted to talk about? These past few days you've been unsatisfied with living like this and now you want out. Well, go on. Leave. I'm used to it by now." Cagalli made to stand up and go, signifying that their conversation was over, but Athrun quickly reached up and pulled her down into a tight embrace. Cagalli struggled against him, but Athrun just drew her in more firmly.
"I'm not going to leave, Cagalli," Athrun murmured into her hair, "I don't know why you would feel that way, but I'm happy like this. I'm happy with us."
"But you-you're never satisfied. You never know what you want. And the moment you decide that it isn't enough, you leave," mumbled Cagalli shakily into his chest.
Athrun stifled a sigh, though his exasperation was directed at himself. He could see what Cagalli was saying. Based on his past record of defecting and rejoining and defecting and identifying with several different organizations, he did not exactly have the best reputation for loyalty, so it shouldn't have been a surprise that Cagalli would be feeling insecure.
"This and that are two different things," said Athrun soothingly while tenderly rubbing Cagalli's back. "It's true that I was unsure of myself back then, but that was because I was confused. I had a lot of things going on-my father, my mother's death, the war, and who I should side with as a Coordinator. But through that, I was always sure that I wanted to be with you."
"Then why did you leave? If you had stayed by my side, we could have resolved all those problems together. But you went and rejoined ZAFT when you could have done as much good as part of Orb's forces. You didn't believe in me."
Athrun closed his eyes in frustration at her accusation and tightened his grip on Cagalli. He knew now that it had been an error on his part. But back then, all he had felt was the restlessness from his two years of inactivity as Cagalli's bodyguard. He realized that he had subconsciously been trying to live up to his deceased father's expectations, and he had wanted to leave to prove himself, to see if he could still make a difference on his own.
"It was a mistake, Cagalli. I do believe in you. I was just foolish. I just wanted to prove myself. But even so, that doesn't change the fact that I want to be with you. That's what I meant when I gave you the ring, and that's what I told you so that you would take me back. Don't you remember?" Athrun tenderly stroked Cagalli's cheek and gazed into her slightly damp amber eyes.
Cagalli nodded and leaned her forehead on Athrun's chest, enjoying the comfort of his embrace.
Athrun smiled gently down at her. "Is there anything else?" He delicately ran his fingers through her blonde hair, appreciating its silkiness and softness.
"Well..." trailed Cagalli thinking back to Lacus. She was a little embarrassed to admit out loud that she was a teensy bit jealous of Lacus, but right now was probably a good time to ask. Oh what the heck. Might as well get this out there, thought Cagalli.
"Er..." began Cagalli a little tentatively, not quite sure how to pose the question.
"Well? Spit it out," chuckled Athrun kindly.
Cagalli's words came in a rush. "Do you still have feelings for Lacus?"
"Huh?" uttered Athrun, astonished. "No! Of course not! Why would you say that?"
Cagalli relaxed, relieved at his denial. "It's just that you treat her a little differently from most girls and the way you look at her is...well..." Cagalli trailed off.
Athrun leaned down and gave Cagalli a reassuring kiss on the forehead. "She's like a sister to me and we've grown up together. Of course she's special to me but not in the same way you are to me. And also..." Athrun paused, not quite sure how to phrase the rest of his sentence.
"And...?" asked Cagalli, raising an eyebrow.
"Well... She kind of reminds me of my mother," said Athrun, blushing slightly.
Cagalli giggled at Athrun's slight embarassment.
"Is that all?" asked Athrun. He nuzzled Cagalli's neck, savoring the soft feel of her skin beneath his lips.
Cagalli nodded happily into Athrun's chest, and she felt a small rumble as Athrun gave a slight laugh.
"Were you jealous?" grinned Athrun, amused. His eyes twinkled with mischief, and Cagalli scowled in return.
"I was not! I was just wondering," sniffed Cagalli defensively. She angrily tried to extract herself from Athrun's arms, but to no avail and Athrun forced her back in place against him and firmly held her there.
"You were jealous." Athrun smiled and closed his eyes in contentment as he leaned his head against the side of Cagalli's head, and he could feel Cagalli's lips move into a scowl against his shoulder.
"You can think whatever you want," said Cagalli a little huffily. She would wipe that self-satisfied grin off his face later.
The two remained that way for a few more moments, until Cagalli remembered the reason that Athrun was there in the first place.
"If you weren't planning on leaving, then what were you going to talk to me about?" asked Cagalli, sitting up.
Athrun was caught off guard. He had completely forgotten about that.
"Oh right, well..." began Athrun, "I just wanted to talk about today when we... you know..."
"Oh that," remembered Cagalli, "You didn't like it? I promise I won't do it again."
"Not just that," replied Athrun, "But in general. I don't actually like being tied up." Athrun blushed deeply. "I like being able to touch you and feel you."
Cagalli colored at that last statement, and then frowned. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I've been tying you up this whole week!"
"I supposed it wasn't too bad," mused Athrun, "But I still like having normal sex every once in a while."
Cagalli reached up and put her arms around his neck. Her face was slightly pink as she said, "I'm glad you told me, Athrun. I just want you to be happy in bed."
"I'm always happy when we're together," said Athrun.
"That's good to hear... But..." Cagalli looked away a little shyly.
"But?"
"But I still want to tie you up once in a while," said Cagalli.
Athrun sighed. "Well I suppose once in a while is fine." Being tied up wasn't too bad. It was actually kind of hot, but Athrun didn't want to be the one in the submissive position every single time.
"Why don't we have normal sex now?" whispered Cagalli huskily in his ear. She nibbled on his earlobe, and Athrun could already feel himself already starting to harden down there. He had been quite frustrated as a result of her prank on him that morning. He eagerly kissed her in reply and pushed her gently down onto the sofa. As he leaned over her, Athrun remembered something that had been nagging him since earlier.
"One more thing," said Athrun, "That thing earlier today... Did Dearka tell you to do that?"
"Lacus," said Kira, "We need to talk." The two were sitting across from each other in Lacus's room.
"Talk? About what?" purred Lacus. She moved flirtatiously to Kira's side and laid a hand on Kira's groin. "You can tell me anything, master while we continue from this morning." Her hands busily unzipped Kira's pants and she made to slip her hand underneath Kira's underpants, but he stopped her quite firmly with his hand and pushed her away.
"This is exactly what I wanted to talk about," said Kira sternly. "I don't know if I can take any more of this."
Lacus drew back, a little stunned. "Are you saying you want to end our relationship?"
"What? No!" replied Kira, "What I meant was I don't really feel comfortable with the whole master and slave thing we've been doing recently."
"Oh!" Lacus colored with embarrassment. She took a few steps back and turned away to hide her red face. "I had no idea! I'm so sorry!" Lacus sank onto the chair and brought her hands up to cool her burning cheeks. "Oh dear, I feel so mortified. I only did it because I thought you liked it. Was it really that bad?"
Kira quickly got up from his chair and took Lacus into his arms. "No, no, of course not! Don't be embarrassed," said Kira soothingly. "It was good too but I don't like having to be rough with you." He ran his knuckles gently over Lacus's cheek to reassure her, and leaned down to kiss her gently.
Lacus looked up shyly into Kira's eyes, and Kira was suddenly reminded of the first time they had made love. He buried his face in her soft pink locks and breathed in the scent of her hair. Scooping her up gently, he carried her over to the bed and laid her down softly upon it. For a few blissful moments, they gazed adoringly into one another's eyes before Kira suddenly remembered what he had been meaning to ask.
"Oh yeah, one more thing," said Kira, "Did Dearka put you up to it?"
That evening, Kira came to visit Athrun a second time.
"Was your problem resolved?" asked Kira, smiling.
Athrun nodded. "And yours?"
"Yeah."
"Was it Dearka?"
Kira gave an affirmative tilt of his head. "So what should we do?"
"I have an idea..."
"Damn. Why are you so hot?" said Dearka, coming up behind Miriallia and hugging her. He reached up and squeezed her breasts.
Miriallia giggled. "If you give me a massage I'll give you a little surprise later." She turned slightly and smirked suggestively up at Dearka.
"Man I can't wait," said Dearka. He threw a playfully screaming Miriallia onto his shoulder and made a beeline for the bedroom before depositing her on the bed.
Miriallia relaxed on her stomach as Dearka began to knead her shoulders and the small of her back.
"Mmm... oh yeah... right there. That feels so good...ah...ah...ah!" Miriallia's moans were giving Dearka a raging hard-on.
After a few more minutes, Dearka had had enough. "Okay, I'm ready for my surprise!"
Miriallia sat up and smirked at Dearka and ran her fingers teasingly over his chest. "Well... the surprise is, I've decided to spice up our sex lives a little!"
"I like what I hear. Tell me more," said Dearka. He caressed Miriallia's bare thigh and leered at her.
"I've decided that we should stop having sex for a while!" declared Miriallia. She looked expectantly at Dearka, who seemed to have gone frozen in shock.
"Wh-What?" asked Dearka, utterly stunned.
"I think we've been doing it too much recently so I just don't feel that we've been having the same spark and passion as when we first met. I think if we put sex on hold for a couple of months it'll be a good opportunity for us to spend time doing other things and when we finally do it, it'll be amazing." Miriallia smiled.
"A c-couple o-of m-months?" sputtered Dearka.
Miriallia laid a finger on Dearka's lips to stop his protests.
"It'll be good for us. I promise. You'll be glad we did it." Still smiling, Miriallia got up and left the room, leaving Dearka cursing balefully as he tried to relieve his painful erection.
Miriallia smirked as she left the room. Served him right. Dearka had been taking her for granted lately, and she had caught him staring at other women several times. So when Athrun and Kira had asked her to do this favor for them, she had readily agreed. Miriallia giggled mischievously. Though she was partly doing this for payback, another part of her just really, really enjoyed watching Dearka suffering. Miriallia couldn't help it. She was a secret sadist. Miriallia could not suppress a grin as she imagined Dearka's imminent anguish and she inwardly cackled with evil laughter. Poor Dearka. He had no idea...
A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUN! Poor Dearka! HAHAHAHA. Anyways, this was really fun to write! Please review. Feedback and constructive criticism are much appreciated. :D
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